The morning stars together sang
And forth a mighty music rang—
Not heard by many, save as told
Again through magic manifold,
By such a few as have to play
For others, in the Master's way,
The music that the Master made
When all the morning stars obeyed.
Atherton played the bishop's pawn
While more than one or two looked on;
Atherton played this way and that,
And many a friend, amused thereat,
Went on about his business
Nor cared for Atherton the less;
A few stood longer by the game,
With Atherton to them the same.
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